huge moon resting onthe sill of the worldlighting up the apple piegrandma left to coolin this cartoonhuge moonpeeping suddenly over the hill as I drivean eye neither God’s nor the NSA’sthe car is my sanctuarymy life, so many memories are in itit is familiar as Elmer Fuddand gas at $2(now we can’t see the differencebetween inflation and higher prices)huge moonall scleraapple pie in the skyin this outlier of the Empiredefended, extended by valiant legionsburied by barbariansits rocks sent back to the moonhuge moon in the corner ofmy big Japanese cargreeted with Russian endurancein hock to Chinatogetherwe will go far
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Robert Verdon, #333, huge moon
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Made me smile, thank Robbie
ReplyDeleteThanks, that is!
ReplyDeleteI like the sanctuary car, Robert
ReplyDeleteThe idea of the moon in a carton is quite amazing. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteactually, that wasn't what I meant — I've said 'cartoon', thinking of the old Warner Bros cartoon device of grandma leaving a pie on the windowsill to cool and having it stolen by some errant child; but I can work 'carton' into too! yet maybe that's your image and not mine!
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